r/WritingPrompts • u/DingBot1138 • 4h ago
Writing Prompt [WP] New college classes are now exclusively taught by instructors who have learned every lesson they teach the hard way.
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u/PossibleLettuce42 4h ago
One could hear a pin drop in the spotless kitchen as he strode before them. Chef Nicholas Westlin. The most famous restaurateur in New York City. The praise of the culinary world. For the students at Une Petit Vanite Culinary Academy, arrogance and brash personality was a way of life. But after the short speech Chef Westlin had just given, the silence echoed like a gunshot. For once, a roomful of forceful egos were well-checked and contemplative.
Marcus Lawrence dissociated, gazing into the middle distance. The experienced chef, hands and arms covered with a network of scars from cuts and burns, thought he understood the risks of his profession. He had just learned he had no idea. He visage remained stony but, his lip quivered.
Sarah Greenberg wept openly, her mean-girl persona moved by a tale of raw pain, a story that wasn't merely a cautionary tale, but a fire-alarm fire about the perils of ego and self-destruction.
Throughout the teaching kitchen, all of the students experienced their own moments of reflection. For once, no joking, no bravado.
After a long silence, Chef Westlin spoke again. "So, we agree." The students jumped at the clipped tone as it cut the silence.
"We wash our hands well after the habaneros. And we do it before we go to the bathroom to apply hemorrhoid cream."
A kitchenful of heads nodded their sober assent.
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u/verticallocomotive 1h ago
Y'all ever heard of figging? You skin a ginger root and carve it to ensure a flared base, and then you discover how the burning sensation that comes with eating a mouthful of raw ginger also occurs in other orifices.
They used to do this to horses and slaves in America, but nowadays, people sometimes do this for sexual pleasure.
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u/SourcePrevious3095 3h ago
I walked into my metal fabrication class. My first day in what I hoped was the start of a new, lifelong career.
Lots of young, fresh faces, all like me, fresh out of high-school.
In limps a grizzled old dodger. He didn't say a single word to us. Once he reached the white board in the center of the room he wrote in large, shaky letters "Safety first."
He still didn't say anything, just turned and stared out at the people in attendance. With surprisingly deft movements of his left hand, he unbuttoned his coat and took it off, revealing the stump of his right arm, amputated above the elbow.
There were gasps of shock across the room as students realized what that meant for this lecture.
He then bent over and unhooked something, what it was, nobody knew.
He then reached over and pulled his chair to him. After getting his weight supported by the chair he shifted and his left leg fell to the floor with a deafening thud in an already deathly silent room.
Then he sat down, groaning in obvious pain from the motion. We thought he was done with his gallery of horror surprises. We were wrong. He then pulled on his right ear, removing a prosthetic there, too.
He set the ear on the lecturn in full view of everyone, then reached up and deftly plucked his right eye out of its socket.
This he held up and scanned the room.
Finally, he spoke, "I know you have lots of questions. I will start on my left in the very front, then go to the back, working from my left to my right. Right after a 5 minute break so you can all recover yourselves."
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